It really is a fascinating subject from both a scientific and spiritual perspective. Had he fewer scruples to work with, he could see being a fan of Wysteria's methodical and mad research. As it is, it isn't that he doesn't want to know, but rather, he feels he knows as much as he cares to. Ascribing the divine to it might only be a comfort, but it's his comfort that doesn't hurt him more than the shard is already hurting him.

Some have gone years upon years with no appearance of slowing down. Mobius figures he'll be well on his way to vegetable by then, if he isn't felled by a dracolisk, if he doesn't have a heart attack, if he doesn't get a bit of red in him, if he doesn't fall off a crumbling precipice, beforehand.

Though if Stephen's starts to go, sooner than expected, that will be of much greater concern.

The doctor's comments on what he's been up to otherwise snaps him out of any of those troubled thoughts, blinking with surprise. Barrow, yes, he could see Barrow not making any particular fuss. The others he's much less sure of. It's a personal, quiet thing. But, between Stephen's persistence, his now genuine knowledge, and Riftwatch's assurances and protections to those who still partake, maybe it isn't such a shock.

"You still could've used that argument," he points out, "it just would've been a lie." He rolls a shoulder, glancing off. This shouldn't make him want a drink so bad. "I imagine there might be some who have given it up."

Because if Stephen won't bring it up just yet, then Mobius will just to get it over with.